SEVEN DAYS TO A HOLIDAY
(Myers-Cass)

I’ve got it (Got what?)
Got this bus, London transports O.K. (O.K.? O.K. to what?)
O.K. to use this bus for transport on our holiday
They’re with it (With what?)
With the plan I have landed them today 
(What plan?), (That’s right, what plan?)
We can do it once they’ll back us all the way

Seven days to a holiday
And there’s such a lot to do
Come on fellas, it’s up to you
We’re in an awful stew 
Get us out of this spot
Are you with us or not?

Six days to a holiday
And this bus must look like new
Shining bright as a birthday gift 
Give it a real face and its body machine
Of a top beauty queen

Five more days, just five more days
To fix up dozens of things
Let’s spring clean it from front to rear 
Yes, I’ve cleaned all the springs

Four days to a holiday
And we know before we’re through
Our bus will be safer than any bank
Tough as an army tank
We will check everywhere
Tough it’s hard to get there

Three days to a holiday
And those sunny skies of blue
By the time that it leaves our shed
Our bus will be bright red
And we know that we will 
Hey you let us steer, viola

Two days to a holiday
All of the inside to do
So this old London bus can pass
As a hotel, first class
We’ll make everything fit
Ain’t could we, ah, yes, that’s it

One more day, just one more day
So we must not waste an hour
Come on, let’s get the plumbing in
Come blind me what a shower

Off we go on a holiday
And it’s you we have to thank
Fellas, I cannot thank you enough for helping us with our bus